First off, I apologize to my friends and roleplay partners who've been left hanging. Any desire to cancel old threads is completely understandable.

I've been struggling with a serious health issue the past several months. There was a long period where things would seem to improve only to relapse, delaying things further. All that aside, just wanted to let people know I'm around again and to contact me via PM or Trillian - ironsoldier, if anyone wants to get things going again.

Jessica was not a happy camper. Motivation came easy to her, the motivation to dominate and crush and win. But the motivation came moreso in the shadow of her loss at Summer Splash. No amount of violence would sate her now, and Jessica was throwing herself at the weightroom in the gym. Her squats were heavier, her curls were heavier, her cardio was longer. The Violent Violet had left the human race behind in terms of her strength, and her desire to annihilate anyone who came her way.

The victim tonight was a woman by the name of Grizzly Yamamoto. She was easily the most experienced woman Jessica had ever faced, and was probably possessed the longest pedigree of any woman here at AFW. Long ago, in her first match, Jessica had been humiliated and defeated by a woman who was rather similar to Grizzly. But that was ancient history, and in the meantime, Jessica advanced, honed herself, annealed herself into the iron woman who was currently standing in the dressing room. She adjusted the gauntlets of her wrestling outfit. They were completely superfluous, but she didn't mind. It made her impressive forearms look all the more impressive.

This was the big dressing room. She wasn't quite the headliner, not yet, but she had enough of a name to garner this spot of the arena. This was the final spot of the preparation, where she was limbering herself up for the match. There was a ton of information out there about Grizzly Yamamoto, and Jessica consumed nearly all of it. The Violent Violet always did her homework, and this match was not going to be an exception.

And even if she hadn't, Jessica had a wildcard to play. She looked over at River, and nodded. "You ready to rumble?"

It wasn’t because she didn’t pay attention to what her compatriot said. She was in a small corner of her mind. More than anything, though, she was staring at Jessica’s body. Her fine, powerful, rippling body, and she’d been doing that since Jessica started getting dressed. It was easy to forget when they were both wearing street clothes, but they were actually built a bit differently, despite them both being powerhouses. Styx’s body was muscular, but it wasn’t a toned and honed as Jessica’s, didn’t have the definition and ripped skin.

At the end of the day, Styx was a brawler, and Jessica was a pro wrestler. Their forms reflected that, and she liked it that way.

”Hm?” Styx’s eyes shot up after the moment passed. ”Sorry, was a little busy checking out your ass.” She pushed off the wall and walked over to Jessica, giving her a hearty slap on that fine backside when she was close enough.

River was always River. In a world as up and down as wrestling, it was nice to have some consistency. Especially if that consistency involved constant sex and violence to the detriment of literally everything else. Of all the relationships she had ever had, this was by far the best. Jessica didn't have to compromise a single part of herself, and River wouldn't have accepted it even if she had.

Plus, all the sex. Jessica grinned when River graced her backside with a firm slap, and was happily led out the door. She brushed her shoulder against River's breasts, just to make it even. "Hell yeah," she said. WAR was in action tonight. The group had formed and all of them were doing a ton of damage individually, and it was high time they start wrecking fools together. Besides those two British bimbos who thought they were hot shit, of course. Those two girls were comprehensively picked apart, and all of AFW noticed.

Just like they would witness her, tonight. Jessica led the way to the main hall. Their reputation far preceded them, and people bowed their heads as the duo walked past. Good. It was beyond time that the two social anarchists got the respect they so thoroughly deserved.

And Jessica's thoughts turned to Grizzly. She was literally twice Jessica's age, which meant she couldn't go forever. Just like the Violent Violet, Yamamoto went for slams early and often. If Jessica could bury her under an onslaught in the early goings, this would be an easy win. There were at the staging area, and Jessica could feel the electricity from the crowd.

Her music blared over the loud speaker, and they were met with a hail of boos. Good. Let them rain down. Jessica loved the hate, fed off it. It made her want to win more, if that was even possible. She marched down to the ring, flipping the audience off as she went, and slipped between the ropes. She winked at River, and then went to the center of the ring.

Jessica had eaten lots of things. Looks like she was going to try and eat a Grizzly bear tonight.

Unlike Jessica, Grizzly got actual appreciation when her music played, the long time veteran, while not known by a lot of the younger audience members, had the respect of a lot of the older fans in the crowd, the ones that were both Wrestle Angel fans back in the day, and just had an appreciation for actual wrestling in general.

After all, while Grizzly had never been known for her looks, what with her long hair, attire, music, and makeup out of the 80's, and larger size, and had never done a hentai match, she was known for being talented, powerful, and if need be, outright vicious in the ring. Her surprise return against the Hardcore Champion, Adrian Kytes, while ending in a loss, had been impressive and unexpected enough to gain her new attention, and fans, new and old, were eager to see if the Grizzly Bear could match her power with the younger powerhouse in Jessica.

Entering the ring, with Stevie Nicks blaring on the P.A., Grizzly looked at her opponent, and the ugly friend she brought with her, and glared at both of them, before pointing at Jessica.

"You sure your able to handle a Grizzly Bear? Last I saw, you WAR girls tended to lose in legit matches, and have success with cheap shot, triple team, sneak attacks...You can't sneak up on a Grizzly!"

Grizzly started out by pointing her finger directly at Jessica. The Violent Violet's matches were respectful affairs only rarely, if ever. But to get the disrespect started right off the bat, well, that was a new one. Usually it was her that was initiating the assholery, but if Grizzly wanted to seize that mantle, Jessica would be more than happy to throw crap right back. She turned to River. "Are you hearing this? Does she actually think she is a fucking bear?" Jessica's purple eyes were always rather impressive, but when she rolled them they shone with rage.

Then she turned her focus back to the matter at hand. "Ain't a soul here that is going to sneak up on you." Jessica cracked her knuckles and her big biceps made the shape of cannonballs. "Never been the sneaky type. I am going to come at you hard and strong and tear you into forty pieces." Jessica's grim tone showed just how serious she was about her threat.

And then the bell rang, and Jessica was given the chance to act on her threats. Jessica sprung into action, her legs churning like a wild mustang across the plan, as she charged towards the larger woman. The Violent Violet had a size advantage on most women she fought, but that advantage did not carry over here. She believed she could still throw her opponent, but as always, Jessica wanted to soften her up first. At the critical moment, Jessica planted her feet and launched a rocket of a punch towards Grizzly's head.

"Never been the sneaky type!? I've seen otherwise! But come on at me, if you think your so tough! I'll show you why nobody messes with a Grizzly!"

Grizzly replied, swinging her large arms as the bell rang, signaling that start of the match...and Jessica charged in, Grizzly eating a fist right to her face! The older woman, probably the oldest fighter in the league, staggered back a couple steps, head turned from the force of the punch, everything seeming to pause as the crowd watched, eager to see how Grizzly reacted to the opening blow.

React she did too, stepping forward and swinging her arm out, trying to catch her purple haired foe across the chest and drop her with a mighty short range clothesline!

The punch slammed into Grizzly's face and Jessica felt a surge of energy. The sound of fist colliding with face bounced around the arena and sent a few fans to their feet. It was a good, clean hit and sent the older woman back a few steps. Jessica was young and vibrant and ready to take on the world, and she hoped the mighty punch would set the course for the whole match. The Violent Violet pulled back, to what to see what would happen next.

She thought the one punch would drop her, but she either overestimated her own strength, as she was wont to do, or underestimated her opponent's resiliency, which was also fairly common. The bear of a woman found her feet, and immediately came charging back into Jessica.

The Violent Violet was ready. She had seen this a thousand times before. This match was going to be power versus power and Jessica wanted to show that she could be a boulder. It occurred to her to try and dodge, but Jessica had already made her proclamation about coming straight and coming on strong. She hunkered down and braced for impact, fully confident that she could withstand the onslaught of a charging grizzly.

When the clothesline connected, Jessica was sent flying down to the mat. She had grossly underestimated Grizzly's weight and strength, and her arms and legs flew akimbo as she skidded to a halt on the mat. The Violent Violet didn't know exactly what hit her, and was paying the price for it. All the momentum Grizzly threw at her ensured that Jessica would stay on the ground, for a second at least.

There was a reason people called her Grizzly. Most thought it was the outfit and the hair, or her not very slim figure. But noooo, the reason, the real reason, was because she packed POWER in her heavy frame. Her fists were like mighty paws, her hide was tough, and everything she did packed an impressive amount of power, as Jessica just felt.

Rather than follow up on her advantage though, Grizzly leaned back, letting out a loud and mighty roar, laughing after as her fans in the crowd cheered her on, while she pointed down at Jessica again.

"Like that!? That's the power of a Grizzly! You still think you have what it takes to face off against the likes of me!?"

Jessica scrambled up, trying to allow herself as much dignity as possible after a mighty attack like that. Grizzly had not pressed her advantage as much as she ought to have, but Jessica was not going to complain one bit. If she had followed up by simply jumping on top of her, Jessica was sure she would not have been able to breathe, let alone get up.

But get up she did. The Violent Violet tried to slow her breathing, and spread her legs, crouching as she did so. Grizzly got one solid whack at her, and Jessica sure as hell was not about to give Grizzly another free shot at her. "You sure do talk a lot." Jessica sneered at her opponent.

"High time to shut your bitch ass up." Jessica charged forward with abandon. If this match was going to be nothing but offense for the entire duration of the bout, so be it. The Violent Violet leaped into the air and aimed a missile drop kick towards Grizzly' voluminous chest.

From ringside, Styx watched. Waited. Paced a bit. Looked on with rapt attention and focused eyes.

Admittedly, part of her gaze was involved with looking Jessica over and imagining the hot rage sex they’d be having after she won the match, but there was some serious contemplation there, too. Grizzly, crazy as she was, still held a lot of weight in the wrestling world, figuratively and literally. Taking her down would be a big boon for Jessica and WAR as a whole, get them some more respect and bring more bodies towards them. On top of that, it would just fun to watch.

She just had to make sure it went in their favor, no matter what. And regardless of how the match went down, they might have a little after-the-bell fun with Grizzly.

But that was a thought for later. For now, her eyes stayed honed to the ring, patiently waiting for Jessica to drop the hammer on Grizzly’s ass.